Just like ballet in a phone booth
Or Dominoes on Mars
See we're all in this strange truth
And we're shooting for the stars
Bedtime stories over dear
So settle for the night
Cause we're flying backward into fear
So pull the curtain tight
All, all of the days they're gone
All, all of the days they are done
Your fate is sinking down
Down from all the rain
Thinking your bullet proof
You dodge between the cars
While speakers blast a solid ghetto truth
You sit there deafened perched upon your roof
While bedtime stories over dear
So settle for the night
Cause were flying backwards into fear
So pull the shades down tight pull em tight pull em tight
All, all of the days they are gone repeat
